I wanted to talk about my city
And about this world that's doing bad
Talk about the kid who falls asleep
And those homemade bombs
Racing on my watch
And those shadow peoples
I wanted to talk about that typical girl
Who hopes to get out of her life
So empty, so sad, so bland
Breathe, forget the needle
I wanted to talk about that pop star
Who at night in her room
All those kids who escape
Looking for love on Google
I wanted to talk about that guy
He snapped, you could bet on it
But the only thing that stops him
From blowing himself away
There's already no bullets left
But what the kids want
When they go to a show
Is to throw their hands up
They want hot chicks
With big butts and mascara
They want real men
You'd hit the jackpot
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody Nobody Nobody
Nobody Nobody Nobody
Nobody listens to the lyrics
I wanted to talk about the
What you wanna do later
About the two or three joints
We get during dialysis
I should calm myself
I wanted to talk about our fears
And about all our chains
The world we live in
Is getting too homogeneous
The plains fill up
I'll give you a GMO bouquet
I wanted to talk about that politician
Who'd win the tournament
Who says I do it for you
But thinks vote for me
I wanted to talk about those hostages
Of misery and unemployment
If the war went total
Pour me a big glass of soda
But what the kids want
When they go to a show
Is to throw their hands up
They want hot chicks
With big butts and mascara
They want real men
You'd hit the jackpot
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody Nobody Nobody
Nobody Nobody Nobody
Nobody listens to the lyrics
I wanted to talk about Syria
About those peoples we're wiping out
In mind-blowing silence
I wanted to talk about those walls
I wanted to talk about this rotten era
That gives us blisters
I wanted to talk about my mother
So why don't you do it
It's very simple, because
But what the kids want
When they go to a show
Is to throw their hands up
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody Nobody Nobody
Nobody Nobody Nobody
Nobody listens to the lyrics
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
But what the kids want
When they go to a show
Is to throw their hands up
They want hot chicks
With big butts and mascara
They want real men